Take a small town in Alabama, chocked full of colorful southern characters. Add a young lady named Bunny, who likes teased hair, tight clothes, high heels, white bread, and Spam. Follow her as she makes her way through a southern society she has never quite been a part of. It is a tale of old traditions, old families, friends, a little voodoo, and the skeletons that dance in the closet. Oh, did I mention her mother is the town madame.

My Life A Bit South of Normal

Thursday, December 17, 2009

Update to "True Measure" on Nov 25

Back in November I wrote about my Grandmother being able to measure "on the fly" when she baked and always get it right. We recently received a cookbook from the famed French Laundry and as I was perusing it, I came upon an interesting section on being able to measure by sight. Now, why does the French Laundry have to reveal to me my Grandmother's secrets. I always knew she was a world class cook - this just proves it in writing. According to them, a teaspoon should equal the amount of salt one can gather between the thumb and 3 fingers, 1/2 teaspoon between the thumb and 2 fingers, and 1/4 teaspoon between the thumb and 1 finger. And now you know . . . the rest of the story.

About Me

My Mama told everyone she was raised on a tobacco farm. In her mind she envisioned Tara. She always referred to my father as being in the "Medical Profession".He was just a pharmacist. She insisted I grow up, in a world of cotillions and white gloves, all the while we had to deal with her increasing dependence on alcohol. Her sister had dreams of being a Kennedy. Daddy's sister was a role model for Aunt Bee. Since both never married, I just knew I was doomed to be an old maid. My parents divorced and my Mama, in her drunken way of thinking, refused to accept it, even though my father remarried. After she sobered up my mother & I became close. Then I saw a quirky side such as her fight with the florist on her street, a penchant for shopping at Dollar Stores, and her love of her sterling silver. I married and we have 2 wonderful daughters. My DH (dear husband, doting husband, damn husband -depending on the occasion) is the curious sort. Our home & backyard often resemble a zoo - only in the South. So this blog is to share this life with the world. As many say, "I couldn't make this up if I tried." And, yes, there is a book in the works. Stay tuned, the stories continue.